Quotes About Identity

Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's..." Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Me refiero a que cuando te tengo a mi lado es fácil olvidar. -¿Olvidar qué? -Todo -respondió, y por un instante su voz dejó de sonar alegre-. Todo lo malo de mi vida. Quién soy.

Estaba harta de ser tan única.

Creo que todos tenemos una pregunta que nos dirige. Una pregunta que nos mantiene despiertos por la noche. Una pregunta a la que damos vueltas como un perro que juguetea con un hueso. Si entiendes la pregunta de un hombre, estás más cerca de entender al hombre en sí...

Todos nos contamos una historia sobre nosotros mismos. Siempre. Continuamente. Esa historia es lo que nos convierte en lo que somos. Nos construimos a nosotros mismos a partir de esa historia.

a lettuce that thinks it is a lettuce." "It's a clever lettuce then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it was a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

Había adoptado un nuevo nombre por las razones habituales, y también por algunas no tan habituales, entre las que estaba el hecho de que, para él, los nombres tenían importancia.

Alors, tu as trouvé ? a-t-elle demandé. - Quoi donc ? - Mais, ce que je fais là ! a-t-elle expliqué avec un gentil sourire. Je me suis posé cette question toute ma vie. Je m'étais dit que tu en avais peut-être une idée...

Somos algo más que las partes que nos conforman,

nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres.

The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

We are more than the parts that form us, Bast

That's basic psychology. You dress a beggar in fine clothes, people treat him like a noble, and he lives up to their expectations." "That's only the smallest piece of it," Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's…" Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

Otras veces se había quedado así, vacía como una cáscara de huevo. Hueca y con sensación de presión en el pecho en una oscuridad furiosa, la primera vez que le había oído tocar. Antes de que él le regalara su nuevo nombre, dulce y perfecto. Un trozo de sol que nunca la abandonaba. Era un bocado de pan. Una flor en su corazón.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass.

By contrast, what did I have to offer? Nothing really. Less now. I was more like a curious stone that is picked up, carried a while, and finally dropped again with the realization that for all its interesting look, it is nothing more than hardened earth.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more abour yourself than a hundred years of quite introspection.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true. It

I'm so tired of being appreciated for my intellect." She leaned back and stretched her arms over her head. "When will I be able to find a nice boy who just wants me for my body?

I have always thought," Alveron said at last, introducing the topic of our discussion, "that everyone has a question that rests in the center of who they are." "How do you mean, your grace?" "I believe everyone has some question that drives them. A question that keeps them awake nights. A question they worry at like a dog with an old bone. If you understand a man's question, it brings you closer to understanding the man himself.

He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

Todos nos convertimos en lo que fingimos ser.

Jeder erzählt in seinem eigenen Kopf eine Geschichte über sich. Ununterbrochen. Die ganze Zeit. Und diese Geschichte macht einen zu dem, der man ist. Wir gründen unser ganzes Leben auf diese Geschichte.